Conversing intently with no one,
Nobody there to listen?
Waiting again,
For a word from no one they say.
Listening then screaming back in anger at nobody.
Laughing at the Moon,
Staring at the sun.
Always talking to no one.
No one they say do they see,
But yet they are real to me.
I don’t know why,
They put me here.
The voices talking,
Are oh so clear.
I’m afraid that they finally,
Will have their way.
I know that I was never bad,
But still they say I’m very mad.
Assuming that this is personal, it's a great reveal. Writing about your fears is one way to overcome them. Just don't, "stare at the sun," too much, it's hard on the eyes. ;-)
I know "What you are", you are the poet that wrote this interesting bit of personal poetry...now don't ask me who you are...that would be harder or is it Hardester...? -e-
Laughing at life is probably the best defense in a world that deals us all strange obstacles and choices. Don't get mad; get even. Fight back, fairly and honestly, but never give up. That is when you are defeated.
Slaves who fled their masters were classified as insane. This term came from Dr. Samuel Cartwright who was an apologist for slavery in the pre-Civil War era. This release of my Anoka Time file is a look at slavery in the modern context of Minnesota N
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thought provoking read
Ron
You have put yourself in another's place so well. Enjoyed this!
Love and blessings,
Linda
Sounds like some self conversations
I have at times. Trying to wonder whys
Peace be with you
William
Love ya!
Jane